Page 15 of Ondine, Vol. 2 (Cash City Omegaverse)

Mabel is the only omega I have in heat right now. Since I can’t go back to my apartment later I’ll probably just stay here and monitor her. There’s a meeting later with the alphas to go over some things. Maybe I’ll attend in person this time. I usually like to avoid being around them.

The front desk rings my phone to tell me Ondine is here. I leave my office to go up and escort her back.

I check the mirror one more time. I look over my coat and pants for any stray bits. Everything is fine. Everything is in its place.

I nod to Janie at the front desk then turn to the omega in the waiting area.

She’s perfect.

That’s all I can think.

She’s perfect. She’s in these oversized slacks and a tight white tank top. Her breasts are big. Fuck me. Why did I think that? I guess it’s just a fact. It’s a fact she has amazing breasts. There’s nothing wrong with me thinking that.

She has short ashy blonde hair tucked behind her ears. Her hands hold the strap of her leather satchel close to her body. It’s her face though that I latch on to. Charming and sweet. Her big round princess eyes are deceiving. She assesses me quickly. She already has a read on me.

“Ondine?” I ask, already knowing it’s her.

“Dr. Berrera?”

I smile. Oh no, don’t do that. I drop my smile.

“Not a doctor. Call me Arnie.”

Oh my god I want to kick myself in the fucking head. Why did I tell her to call me Arnie? Janie looks at me funny. I’m Arnold or Mr. Barrera to everyone here. Sometimes the omegas call me Beta Barrera and it’s so cute.

I step away and direct her through the hallway. She goes first but doesn’t know where we are going so stops when we get in. I go around her and hold out my arm, ready to put my hand on her lower back. Nope. Don’t do that. I drop my hand.

Am I sweating? Is it hot in here?

I take her to my office. I’m too nervous to start up small talk. We sit down and I get another good look at her. She’s so alive. She so stunning. I could watch her sitting there for the rest of my life.

Fuck. This is what they warned me about when working with omegas. They harped on not fucking falling for them. Professional. Be professional.

It’s just been a long day.

“Welcome, Ondine. Have you ever been in a Heat Clinic before?”

She’s looking at my bookshelves. I watch her take in every detail. What does she think of me? Of my office?

“No, I’m new.”

“New?” I tilt my head to the side.

“I’ve been under the impression I was a beta. My whole life. I perfumed a few weeks ago. I’m assuming my heat is approaching.”

I hide my surprise. That’s not regular. And how fucking terrifying would that be?

“How old are you?”

“22. I know. It’s weird. None of my clothes fit. This shirt is like two sizes too small. I’m hot one second and cold the next.”

I want her to keep talking.

I’m trying to decide what to ask her first.

I look around the room, anywhere but her, and then default to my training. “Do you have an alpha? Or a pack? Is anyone courting you?”

She shakes her head. “I’ve done a good job avoiding alphas my whole life. It’s just me.”

I try and fail to not smile at that. Omegas love alphas. They are like little fangirls for them. It’s funny to hear her have a perfectly beta reaction to an alpha.

She is staring at one of my framed photographs hanging on the wall. I take portraits, but that’s not appropriate for my office. So it’s one from when I traveled to Greece. It’s a door with grapes growing down the sides of it.

“Do you like that?”

“Yeah,” she says deep in thought. “I’m having trouble making sense of it.”

“What does it look like to you?”

I lean forward in case I miss her answer.

“That stain on the wall looks like a lion. It’s throwing me off.”

She has the sweetest voice.

“I took it last summer when I went to Greece.”

“I’ve never left the state,” she says quietly.

I want to ask why. I want to ask about her family. Where she’s from. Where she went to school. Who her friends are.

But that’s not part of my assessment.

And I’m worried if I start down that road I won’t be able to stop.

“I usually take portraits,” I say and I don’t know why.

“Are you any good?” She teases.

I shrug.

“Maybe you can take my photo sometime.”

I drop my head because I can’t stop myself from smiling. And I can’t let her see. I shake my head and finally look up to see her quite satisfied she befuddled me.

I do myself a favor and get started. I tell her about the Clinic and what she can expect. I tell her how I will give her everything she needs to ensure she has the most comfortable experience.

She listens but her attention is split between me and my photographs. I wonder if she likes them. Maybe she hates them.

It suddenly becomes very important that she likes my office.

“Do you want to get started?” I ask.

“Oh, the assessment. Yes. Let’s.”

I get my tablet out and lay in my lap. My legs crossed. I put on my pair of glasses and look up at her.

“Tell me, Ondine, what are some of your sexual fantasies.”

Her eyes blow wide and she sputters. “I thought you were going to ask me what materials I like or smells…”

It’s the beta part of her that finds these questions alarming. I hardly ever have an omega that blinks twice at a question like that. It’s nice to know I can befuddle her back, even if I am just doing my job.

“You want to have a scent test? Scent tests can be very traumatic to omegas, who are highly sensitive to scents. It’s exhausting and emotional. I like to avoid them unless necessary. I don’t want to cause you any undo grief.”

They are quite literally emotionally taxing. But I would usually do it for a new omega, but if I can deter her, I would prefer my method.

“Yeah, I was nervous about it, actually. If we can avoid it…”

“Let’s try. So, describe a sexual fantasy of yours.”

She shifts in her chair. She toys with her lips. She doesn’t meet my eyes.

Then suddenly she does. “I think about being watched.”

I type it into my tablet, keeping my completely professional outlook.

“Watched? By who?”

She smiles. “Strangers. I don’t know. Men, I know. Older men.”

It is taking everything in me not to react. I quickly do the math. I’m nine years older than her. Is that old enough?

“Would you be ok with being watched here?” I swear I’m not usually this affected by the interviews. Ever. It’s blowing a hole into my entire belief that I’m good at my job.

“Don’t you have cameras in the room?”

“Yes, they only show heat signatures. I only watch them to ensure things are safe. But would you want me to watch them at length?”

She’s breathing deep through her mouth, staring at me. She’s considering it. What the fuck is happening?

“If that’s a service you provide.”

Oh my god. Did I just get her permission to watch her during her heat?

“I will arrange whatever you need. That’s my job.”

Am I going to hell?

I’ve never watched through the cameras as part of a sexual exchange with an omega. I am strictly here for caring and managing.

She twists her hands around her bag in her lap.

“I also have fantasies of getting pregnant. I’ve had them for a long time.

My boyfriend always wore condoms, but I wanted him to go bare.

I think it’s a fluid thing. Or a marking thing.

A claim. Having someone love you so much they want to get you pregnant?

Any chance they have. That’s what I think about.

” She clears her throat. “I know alphas can’t really wear condoms, so maybe that’s where that comes from.

Your alphas here all have birth control shots. ”

Yes, but I don’t.

“That’s right. But I’m sure your fantasy can be accommodated. You can pretend that your partner isn’t on birth control. I can make sure they even tell you they are unprotected, if that would help.”

“Yeah, maybe. I also want to be knotted in my mouth. Can your alphas do that?”

Imagining tears running down her face while she’s attached to a cock is going to kill me. I’m glad this desk is covering my crotch otherwise she’d see how hard I am.

“No, that’s not something we provide. They will come in your mouth, but knotting a mouth is not permitted. What else?”

She’s feeling more comfortable. “I want to be shared. Two cocks. Maybe three. I want to be held in place and used.” Fucking hell I have to put a stop to this. “While someone watches. I like to be praised, but maybe I’d like to try being told other things.”

She wants to be called naughty.

My mouth is dry and I’m struggling to breathe.

“I also don’t like when men try to get me off while we are fucking.

The angle is never right. And I would prefer to do it.

I hate when they see me trying to rub my clit and then lay their body on me so I can’t do it anymore.

Do they do that on purpose? Is it weird I like to get off while they fuck me? ”

She’s now no longer twisting up the bag, instead her fingers drum patterns on her legs. Like piano keys.

“You like to rub your own clit while you’ve got a cock inside of you?”

Pink appears on the tips of her ears.

“Yes, that’s what I’m saying. Sorry I didn’t make it clear.”

“Don’t apologize. You’re doing really well.”

She does love being praised.

What I wouldn’t give to be able to fuck her right here, right now. I’d push her up against the door. Throw her bag across the room. Absolutely demolish her ass. God, I need to clear my head. She doesn’t need me thinking this.

“I think that’s it.”

“Rope play? Orgasm denial? Anything taboo?”

She waits to reply. Probably trying to calm down.

“I don’t know. Maybe? I don’t think I’ve experienced enough partners for that. I read a dirty book once about a student and a teacher. Older man who’s in charge, young pupil who wants to prove herself. Is that taboo?”

Oh she’s so sweet.

“Teacher/student. Step siblings. Doctor/patient. Age gap. Yeah, that’s part of the taboo.”

I didn’t even stutter on doctor/patient or age gap.

She nods and at that, but then sighs and says, “This conversation is making me really horny, Arnie. I’m not going to lie.”

That makes two of us , I think and then remind myself to be a good room manager. But she’s just as affected. My god.

“That should be enough for now. We will talk more after your first experience. So tell me your scent preferences…”

Her heat has lasted four days. One of the longest heats we’ve had at the Clinic.

I check her meds and her blood work over and over and by all accounts she should have only had a 24 hour heat.

The Clinic physician prescribed her an exceptionally high dose of heat suppressants and hormone blockers.

But it doesn’t seem to matter. Ondine is an omega that will need a large pack.

I’ve seen large packs—five of six alphas, several betas…

Don’t think about Ondine needing betas.

An omega would never choose a beta to be in her pack before she has an alpha. It would be unheard of. They’d assume I was manipulating her or abusing her in some way.

Omegas need alphas. The fifth alpha I’d sent into her room stumbles out. Exhausted and completely rutted out. He heads straight for the locker rooms and showers.

The heat signature camera reads her white hot body as slightly dropping in temperature. Thank god.

It’s 3 in the morning. I take off down the hall and let myself into her room.

There’s no need for me to be here. She should be allowed to sleep and come down to a 99/100 degree temperature naturally before checking out.

But I cannot stand to only watch her on the screen. I need to make sure she’s ok.

It’s her first heat.

The pink and violet glow of the lights greet me. I shut the door silently behind myself.

She’s been discarded in her nest. Exposed and in repose. Her body is twisted, but her face is serene. Like this is the first time she’s been satiated.

She looks like what the philosophers describe when they describe beauty. Overwhelming and lovely. The achievement of mankind. Ondine: Finally fulfilled.

I don’t even second guess myself. I return to my office for my camera. I take a single shot of her. Just one. I can’t see something that awe-inspiring and not photograph it. It feels like I was destined to be a photographer for just this moment.

Before I leave I tuck her into her blankets. I pile up her pillows. And then I spot something.

My comb

The tortoiseshell comb I usually have on my shelf near my mirror. When did she take this? Or did I accidentally leave it here…no she had to have taken it. And she weaved it into her nest.

I’m stunned. I’m scared. Why am I scared?

I put the comb into the pillows and back away.

Did Ondine mean to put a piece of me in her nest?